The last words came out Shhh. Quiet now Shhh. Quiet please As she spoke in whispers low I'm sure she felt the warm air blow Through the window, across her face A beckoning of God's sweet grace The forest green eyes that used to burn so deep Are now clouded over As if time to sleep. White snow cheeks reflected so The late summer's evening glow A shaky hand reached out as if to say Return to me when old and gray I lifted a finger and slowly removed The bright shiny ring Her wedding band Almost permanently attached to her wrinkled hand. Finaly I spoke Not caring what I said Because after all She'd soon be dead.
I have to agree with PdV -- love the title. Man, this subsection of Passions is amazing. This is the first time I've ever just gone down a list of poems, one by one, and enjoyed every one. We should have "best of"s more often. Enjoyed your poem.
I remember so well the day my Gramms died. *sniff*...guess who has HER ring? Yup....me....it's beautiful too...but she gave it to me, the week or so before she passed away. This was a great poem, thanks for letting us enjoy it. ~Heather
The forest green eyes that used to burn so deep Are now clouded over As if time to sleep. White snow cheeks reflected so The late summer's evening glow A shaky hand reached out as if to say Return to me when old and gray
an amazing image. really enjoyed this poem
"but for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art" Dylan Thomas.
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